Lambs

Today I'd like to take a moment and talk about a few of my favorite things.  Mostly lambs.  I LOVE lambs.  I adore their small eyes, buckled ears, curly coats, razor-sharp teeth, and skinny eyebrows.  Many a night have I cuddled up beside a lowly lamb and slept soundly as the rain fell upon these earthen glades.  I have herded lambs, too, and fed them their asparagus in the morning dew.  I have killed the ravenous wolf attempting to make "friends" with my lambs.  Yes, I have even dressed as a lamb for Halloween.  They are such lovely creatures.  They tickle my toes when I am not looking and make me tea while I labor in the fields.  I remember one night, I came home from gathering baby deer in the forest.  The lambs had a fine dinner all laid out for me.  They had sacrificed one of their own--Holly, I think was her name--to satisfy my eager stomach.  Holly tasted so nicely, like a pot of roast kittens with pomegranate sauce.  The lambs even played me music while I ate.  Have you ever eaten dinner while listening to Backstreet Boys being played on the violin and cello?  I have.  It was like 7th heaven.  Sometimes, when I have a bad day, I think back on that night and wonder, "What if I had married a lamb?  Then I would have peace."  Let this be a lesson to you all...leave no regrets.  Take what you will, and leave no clues.

Z.